
In 2000, 2002 and 2005 we encouraged MDC members and supporters to go to the polls but we did not claim our victories. MDC made a mistake of not claiming their victory and ZEC doctored the figures to keep Mugabe in power. In 2008 a secretive group of compatriots may have gotten the jump on Mugabe they came prepared and knowing Zimbabwe's electoral law they knew results would be posted as bulletin outside every polling station. The group deployed trained polling agents, equipped with phones and cameras, throughout the country on election day Saturday, and they counted voters and took photographs of voting results pasted up at voting stations (a previously unobserved requirement of voting regulations). The information was sent via text messages or satellite phone to a call center in South Africa, where it was collated and posted at www.zimelectionresults.com for all to see. "These will be archived on this Web site later as forensic evidence," the site says. "A separate report on discrepancies will be filed on the site later."
Although official counts for Saturday's election have been delayed, the Independent Results Centre has already announced that the opposition Movement for Democratic Change (MDC) and its leader Morgan Tsvangirai have won in a landside. Given the country's history of electoral fraud, the clandestine group's findings are likely to be widely perceived as at least as plausible as the official ones.










3 comments:
Have they photographed EVERY result sheet at EVERY station? If they have, that is fantastic
O Zimbabwe, My Love, My Land
By Chief K.Masimba Biriwasha
From afar, the dimming star of our love
Strikes chords that are so deep
It feels like the touch of frozen light bulb
Against my tongue
Awakening within me memories of raw earth
O, my land, my love
Whatever happened to the promise of the beginning
That kept us together in love’s embrace
With a hope of unturned tommorows
We could have become anything we wanted
Under heaven’s starry eyes
Yet, look -
Now, all we have to show is nothing but
Bags of bones and plastic promises
Baton sticks, and tear gas cannisters
And potholed streets pregnant with aborted dreams
How I wish we could run again my love
Far from the deadness of our soulInto the milky brightness of the future
O, yes love, my landLet’s exit the madness of our time now
And rediscover our lost love
Thinking of you and hoping that this time no blood will be spilled. We await the final outcome with something close to terror!
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